Songtexte:
Head And The Heart The Rivers And Roads

to make of this then we will not relate so if you don't know what to make of this then we will not relate rivers and roads rivers and roads rivers '

what to make of this then we will not relate so if you don't know what to make of this then we will not relate rivers and roads rivers and roads rivers

, Them killas be pumpin' them slugs, Niggas be fiendin' me daily, Me silence me twelve guage eruption, And I'm on a road to destruction And steady be bustin' and

a home in the wilderness he built a cabin and a winter store and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore and the other travellers came riding down the track and

sweet and world is wide And he's there where the light and the darkness divide And the steam's comin' off him he's huge and he's shy And he steps on the

be writing As the voices echo in your head In the book called wasted lives As you read Henry and Anais All the lost weekends and booze All the finger-and

Gods or geniuses. Calling them by names and adoring them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged and numerous senses could perceive. And

well And so it came to pass I'd come here to Romani And many a year it took Till I arrived here with thee On dusty roads I walked And over mountains

I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a show Cause if it's ever time to go, all I gotta press is turbo Heard him on his walkie, road block on 280 West Things